Don't call it a comeback.

November 13, 2005

Bloody heck.

The technical perils of blogging are revealing themselves to this newbie only gradually. Which is to say I just spent more than two hours tallying impressions of Rachel Portman's The Little Prince in its Saturday afternoon premiere. One false click, and it all disappeared without a trace.

No way I'm going to try reconstructing at this late hour, and besides, I'm too damned frustrated. (Short version: I love this show, I would have sat through it again right then and there, the cast is outstanding, the production is eye-popping, the orchestra outdoes itself, grown-ups and kids will both find something to enjoy, and I'm altogether likely a sentimental fool -- so just go.)

Anne Midgette's New York Times insta-review is here. And while Anne demonstrates her usual penetrating insight, I must reiterate that I obviously liked this show a lot more than she did. But for now, you'll just have to take that on faith. (And no way can I talk about tonight's excellent Ligeti Koh-motion at Miller Theatre in this state.)

Comments

My sympathies.

I don't know what the MT interface is like, but I save my posts to draft at least every paragraph -- or, when I'm feeling obsessive, every time I add a link. In Blogger this means I have to load the post up again every time, but still...

I feel your pain, Steve, really I do. The other night, I spent an hour and a half working on a post that was quite late in coming already (an essay on Youssou N'Dour's "Egypt" at Carnegie Hall last month). My router kicked me offline just as I was saving, and somehow that became the end of that. Now I need to find both time and courage to reconstruct the whole thing...maybe in the future, though, I'll write something like that in Word first.